I sat up in bed and walked over to my window and open it. I pulled my feet under me and looked out into the night sky. I looked up at the moon and stars and they bring me a little bit of comfort. I start thinking about my house and how beautiful it is but the beauty hides the truth. This house is hollow. It lost the love that was put into it a long time ago. One day my parents came home mad at each other over something so small. There fight was over a old friend of my dad’s (also a female) that text him on Facebook. My mom said that he lied to her saying that he didn’t know who she was and she just “magically” appeared on his friends list. I don’t know what really happened they both have a different story and I don’t know who to believe. After that nothing was the same.They started fighting over anything and sometimes in the night when I was in my room reading I would hear glass braking and yelling. My older brother was hardly home. He was always out with his friends and I wished so many times that he would take me with him…But he never did. As I sat looking out the window I let my hidden tears fall. How could things get this bad? How did I not see it coming. I miss the times we would spend together. I miss there laughter. I want to yell into the night why?!!! Why was this happening? I want to yell at them for breaking up are family. But what’s the point. They won’t hear me. They have already forgotten and abandoned me.
seriously though, how cool would it be to have that one best friend that’s like your other half and you can literally talk about everything and they’ll completely understand you and not judge you.